So I go away for a few hours to go see “Chronicle” (awesome movie by the way).  I come back to find my dorm room in shambles.  My roommate’s side looks like it got hit by a bomb… more so than usual.  It looks like his side has not only been carpet bombed but invaded and occupied as well.  All his clothing is on the floor.  There is peanut butter on the ceiling, peanuts on his bed, and both of the empty containers are neatly stacked in the middle of the floor.  One can only imagine my reaction as I open the door to this, having left my room in much better shape barely three hours ago.  At least it turned out to be peanut butter on the ceiling.  When I first saw it, I thought it was something else more unsanitary.  This room is littered with food, if we are not devoured by ants and mice by tomorrow morning, I will be pleasantly surprised.  This is the last time I ever go to the movies on a weekend.  Instead I will ponder how the living heck my roommate managed to get peanut butter on the ceiling.  This isn’t even smeared; I’ve watched enough CSI to know that it was spattered.  How does one spatter peanut butter on the ceiling anyway?  Peanut butter doesn’t seem to be capable of that sort of thing.  What did I ever do with my Friday nights before college came about?  Best four years of my life, here I come.